Norton Towers – perverted girdled grannies
As I have a strong fetish for old ladies who wear girdles, this is the first porn story I wrote and continued to write. For all of you that enjoy large grannies in girdles and lovers of all things perverted here is the complete series. Enjoy
What does a reasonably active professional man of 60, full head of hair and reasonably libido do when made redundant? In my case it was a case of being realistic and finding any job that pays the bills. So, when I saw this ad for a mature concierge porter/handyman, I thought why not?’
After submitting the application, I was invited to be interviewed by the ‘property management committee’. As I entered the old upmarket Edwardian mansion block in the suburbs, I was met by a smartly dressed lady but there was something different.
I could not figure it out, you don’t meet many mature women over fifty dressed to the nines in figure hugging leggings. Although on the plump side, she displayed a big fat camel-toe.
‘Mr Young, pleased to meet you, I am Gwendolyn Green. Thank you for coming. We are in a unique position, so to speak, because this block is owned and managed by us. And as we are not in the first flush of youth so to speak, we need to find the right person who can arrange things like taxies etc and do those small jobs that frequently need attending to…changing bulbs, looking after the garden, decorating and other stuff that will be explained later.’
Gwendolyn led me into the lounge where I encountered about half a dozen tenants – six widows 3 couples and two guys ranging from 50 to around 70.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is My Young; I have outlined his basic duties and explained that as we have to all agree so he has kindly agreed to this informal interview. Let me make the introductions. From left to right are Mrs Johnston, Ms Green, Mrs Hopwith, Mr Smythe and lastly, Mr Carmichael’.
They too were dressed to kill (not say stimulate) and in the case of the women, not mutton dressed as lamb but dressed to kill. Ample tits busting out, tight trousers, you get the picture. In fact, I was getting a bit of a stiff just looking at them all. Not wanting them to think I was a randy goat, I sat down opposite and waited for the expected barrage of questions.
Yes, there were the usual ones …experience, can I do minor electrical plumbing etc. Etc. Then Mrs Hopwith, leaning back and slowing crossing her legs without too much haste and discretion said: ‘Mr Young, you seem ideal from a practical point of view, but are you discreet? I ask because as you as you will appreciate everyone lives their lives their own way and, shall we say, have lifestyles and interests, requirements that may seem different. Don’t you agree?’ addressing this to all the group as well as me.
What she said was obvious, but this was different, nice different, but different. I reassured her that having been in positions of trust in the past, discretion was in my d and A, so to speak.
It was difficult looking her in the eye because by now she had discreetly parted her legs giving me great view of her open gusset girdle holding up sheer nylon stockings stretched over her luscious fleshy thighs. If this was anything to go by, I was quickly coming to the conclusion that looking after and nurturing the needs and requirements of the tenants of Norton Towers will be interesting.